Snark It Up, FuzzBall!

…only Hell doesn’t seem that long.

Time flies when you’re meddling…

Yeah, like we were going to be rid of Wilbutt that easily…

But if you can’t be with the one you love, masturbate about someone else…

But then, it’s a small, sad world after all.

Words, logic, time all fail me.

Of course, dumb animals totally disregard something like this…

Then again, sometimes they don’t…

I haven’t been paying attention to Judge Parker. What would be really cool, though is Sam Drier doing his daily jog in his shorts and heavy jacket instead of tan, wrinkled trousers. Nearly as good as Abby’s hooters…

Time marches on. Neddy and Sophie are home for the summer, and whatever is going on , Sophie can more or less summarize.